Hast. But I fall. laugh at this a twelve-month

That they, who brought me in my master's hate,
I live to look upon their tragedy.
Well, Catesby, ere a fortnight make me older,
I'll send some packing, that yet think not on't. .

Cates. . 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,
When men are unprepar'd and look not for it.

Haft. O monstrous, monstrous ! and so falls it out With Rivers, Vaughan, Grey : and so 'twill do With some men elfe, who think themselves as safe As thou, and I ;. who, as thou know'st, are dear To princely Richard, and to Buckingham. Cates. The princes both make high account of

you, For they account his head upon the bridge. [-Asides Haft. I know, they do, and I have well desery'd it.

Enter Stanley
Come on, come on, where is your boar-spear, man?
Fear you the boar, and so unprovided
Stanl. My lord, good morrow ;-and good morrow,

Catesby :
You may jest on, but, by the holy rood',
I do not like these several councils, I.

Haft. My lord,
I hold my life as dear as you do yours ;
And never, in my days, I do protest,

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Was it more precious to me than 'tis now :
Think you, but that I know our state secure,
I would be so triumphant as I am ?
Stanl. The lords at Pomfret, when they rode from

Were jocund, and suppos'd their states were sure,
And they, indeed, had no cause to mistrust;
But yet, you see, how soon the day o'er-cast.
This sudden ftab of rancour I misdoubt;
Pray God, I say, I prove a needless coward !
What, shall we toward the Tower? the day is spent.
Haft. Come, come,' have with you. Wot you

what, my lord ?
To-day the lords you talk of are beheaded.
Stanl. - They, for their truth, might better wear

their heads,
Than fome, that have accus'd them, wear their hats.
But come, my lord, let's away,

Enter a Pursuivant.
Haft. Go on before, I'll talk with this good fellow,

[Exeunt Lord Stanley, and Catesby. Sirrah, how now ? how goes the world with thee

Purs. The better, that your lordship please to ask,

Hast. I tell thee, man, 'tis better with me now,
Than when thou met'st me last where now we meet :
Then I was going prisoner to the Tower,
By the suggestion of the queen's allies ;
But now, I tell thee, (keep it to thyself)
This day those enemies are put to death,
And I in better state than ere I was.
Purs. God 3 hold it, to your honour's good content !

-have with you.-) A familiar phrase in parting, as much as, take something along with you, or I have something to say to you. JOHNSON.

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Haft, Gramercy, fellow : There, drink that for

[Throws him his purses Purs. I thank your honour. [Exit Pursuivants


Enter a Priest.
Priest. Well met, my lord ; I am glad to see

Haft. I thank thee, good fir John, with all my

heart. I am in your debt for your last + exercise; Come the next fabbath, and I will content you,

Enter Buckingham.
Buck. What, talking with a priest, lord cham-

berlain ?
Your friends at Pomfret, they do need the priest ;
Your honour hath no s shriving work in hand.

Haft. Good faith, and when I met this holy man,
The men you talk of came into my mind.
What, go you toward the 'Tower?
Buck. I do, my lord ; but long I shall not stay

there :
I shall return before your lordship thence.

Hast. Nay, like enough, for I stay dinner there. Buck. And supper too, although thou know'st it not.

[Aide. Come, will you go? Haft. I'll wait upon your lordship. Exeunt.

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Before Pomfret-cafile.
Enter Sir Richard Ratclif, conducting Lord Rivers, Lord

Richard Grey, and Sir Thomas Vaughan to execution.
Rat. Come, bring forth the prisoners 6.

Riv. Sir Richard Ratcliff, let me tell thee this, -
To-day shalt thou behold a subject die,
For truth, for duty, and for loyalty.

Grey. God keep the prince from all the pack of
A knot you are of damned blood-suckers.
Vaugh. You live, that shall cry woe for this here-

Rat. Dispatch ; the limit of your lives is out.

Riv. O Pomfret, Pomfret! Othou bloody prison,
Fatal and ominous to noble peers !
Within the guilty closure of thy walls,
Richard the second here was hack'd to death :
And, for more flander to thy dismal seat;
We give thee up our guiltless blood to drink.
Grey. Now Margaret's curse is fallen upon our

When she exclaim'd on Hastings, you, and I,
For standing by when Richard Itabb'd her son.
Riv. Then curs'd she Haftings, cursd fhe Buck-

Then curs'd she Richard :-O, remember, God,
To hear her prayer for them, as now for us !
As for my fifter, and her princely. sons,-
Be satisfied, dear God, with our true bloods,
Which, as thou know'st, unjuftly must be spilt !


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Rat. Make hafte, the hour of death is now expir'd. Riv. Come, Grey,--come, Vaughan,-let us here

embrace : Farewel, until we meet again in heaven. [Exeunt.


The Tower.

Buckingham, Stanley, Hastings, Bishop of Ely, Catesby,

Lovel, with others, at a table.

Haft. Now, noble peers, the cause why we are met
Is-to determine of the coronation :
In God's name, speak, when is the royal day

Buck. Are all things ready for that royal tiine ?
Stanl. They are, and wants but nomination.
Ely. To-morrow then I judge a happy day.

Buck. Who knows the lord protector's mind herein ?
Who is most inward with the noble duke?
Ely. Your grace, we think, should soonest know

his mind. Buck. We know each other's faces: for our hearts, He knows no more of mine, than I of yours ; Nor I of his, my lord, than you of mine :Lord Hastings, you and he are near in love. Hast. I thank his


I know he loves me well;
But, for his purpose in the coronation,
I have not founded him, nor he deliver'd
His gracious pleasure any way therein :
But you, my noble lord, may name the time;
And in the duke's behalf I'll give my voice,
Which, I presume, he'll take in gentle part.

Enter Glofter.
Ely. In happy time, here comes the duke himself.
Gło. My noble lords and cousins, all good morrow :

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